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Equate

 

As a performance, these works are the separated pieces of a cosmogram – a description of the universe. This cosmogram discusses the large scale experiences of humanity including past, present, future; a sense of presence and the inevitability of both failure and growth. The performance is the relationship building between the artist and the tops within a world of joy and struggle. Between the artist and the tops there is a play of power. The artist allows the top to spin but the top decides how difficult they are to spin, how long it will spin, and how it stops. When it stops only the artist or participant can let it begin again-and so goes the tumultuous relationship between the self and the universe.

A Poem- Limbo Syncopation

Limbo Syncopation

Whispers in Creation

Moon in Admiration

Steps in Consideration

Time in Evaluation

Eyes in Elation

Skin in Vibration

Hum in Salvation

Search in Sensation

Stagnation of Internal Nation

Starvation in my Main Station

Miscommunication

The extra Evaluation

A super Fixation

Limbo in Relocation

Alteration of Calibration

Conform the Conversation

Find the Correlation

Deprivation to Devastation

A total Violation

A cadaver’s Divination

Trusting my Motivation,

Navigation,

Observation,

Don’t overdo

Take a few,

Some Respiration,

 

Respiration

Respiration

Syncopation

Respiration

Syncopation.

A Poem: Take Me Back

Take Me Back

 

Bring me Back

To the land where dust takes the place of scratched cotton

 

Bring me Back

To the air that whistles

Let me see through the hummingbird’s eyes

In the sweet dry air

Scented with prickly pear and sage

 

Take Me Away

 

From the artificial busy-ness

The buzzing of NOT bees

In plastic and metal

Alternate and toxic connections

Misunderstanding and complication

Webbings spurred through NOT a hummingbird’s wing

Or by necessity of a spider’s thirst

Thought to be buzzing until reaching this flower

Falling NOT to the bush

And rather to concrete

 

Dusty air that whistles

Take Me Back

Away from scratched cotton on concrete

 

Bring Me Back

 

Take Me Back

 

To the open home

 

Without walls

and internal judgements build by me